Charles watched Tony shed people with the same ease and grace he'd witnessed Sharon employ from time to time during the large parties at the mansion. Though Sharon had never done so on Charles' account; if anything he'd been the one she shed the fastest.

Though he was still getting to know Stark, still recognized that the man's mind was much more complex and closed to his own telepathy than Charles was used too, in the time they'd known one another he'd trusted Tony. The man had come through, when the chips had been down and while there were hints of ideological differences between them, more than a few secrets, Charles had felt secure in his choice to have faith in the man.

Now ... there was something.

Perhaps it was in the way the smile didn't reach Tony's eyes. To date, though Tony had obfuscated he hadn't so completely tried to sell something at Charles. It was ... unsettling.

For the moment, however, Charles went with the charm. He smiled, with the same sort of grace he'd learned at Sharon's knee, reaching to take Stark's hand in his own.

"If the congratulations I've heard from the people in this room are anything to go by, I'd say it was a rousing success. Complete buy in."